A/N: This is my remake; I hope that it's much less confusing than the original. Please tell me how I did. I tried my best to make it clearer but still keeping with the exact same scene. I hope it's better!

I just wanted to answer some questions. First of all, Bella is in a coma. When she's on the beach for the first time, she's in a coma and dreaming. In reality she's in the hospital. Her ears are still in reality so she hears Charlie's and Renée's visits. Her eyes are obviously in dream- land, but she's imagining what's happening. In reality, Renée does hug her and Bella hears her close by, so Bella's brain shows Renée hugging her.

I know people asked if that was a change scene, and you'll have to figure it out for yourselves. I think that this chapter makes it kind of obvious, so read and find out.

I hope that clears everything up. If you have any other questions, please ask. I know it's kind of confusing, but once you get it, it all makes sense. Enjoy and review.

Chapter 11-Cut Thistles in May

BPOV

The fire, the fire, the FIRE! I felt my skin ripple and pucker, melting under the force of the heat. By this time, my hair had burned off in smoking clumps, my eyes had pinched and itched from the sharp smog, and my mouth was melted shut, holding in my shrieks of pain and cries of terror.

Days ago, or at least that's what it felt like, I'd decided that I wouldn't give into the pain and flames. I shook and convulsed in silent agony, and lay still whenever my bones started cracking and popping.

Within the last, well…I couldn't tell, the fire had burned maniacally in my chest and started a warpath through all of my limbs.

Part of my brain shut down, disconnecting from the pain. The parts that were forced to remain sane started repeating whatever simple words I could think of…nothing came to mind. Songs, poems, limericks, nothing! Nothing but…rhymes. That's it, nursery rhymes! Come on Bella, what was the poem that woman was saying before.

Cold and raw the north winds doth blow

Bleak in the morning early,

All the hills are covered with snow,

And the winters now come fairly.

Yeah, what a joke that was. If only the winter winds would blow.

I rolled over on the burning ground and groaned as my stomach flared sickeningly with the force of the flames.

Cold and raw, cold and raw, cold and raw, my brain chanted, trying to force the fires away. Blow snow, blow snow, blow snow…

I twisted my foot and the sickening crack and crunch echoed loudly through my shrinking brain.

I could feel parts of myself slipping away, the essential parts that made up…well, me. Wait, my name, what was my name? It started with a B, right? And…and…there were some L's too. Yes, there were, maybe?

I could feel my body tense and shake as the anxiety and stress blazed strong with the fire.

My name, my name, my name…

Cold and raw, cold and raw, cold and raw…

OoooooOoooooO

APOV

"Bella, Bella, are you okay?" I asked her. In response she curled tighter into herself and let out a low whimper. I groaned inwardly. "Carlisle, it's been four days now and she's still acting like this. Is she okay? Did something go wrong?" I asked nervously.

I was standing next to Bella, watching her white body shake and shiver. She'd been in the hospital with serious brain damage and extensive wounds. We all knew that she would have to be changed if she was going to live again.

Carlisle had bitten her four days ago, but she hadn't woken up, or even made a sound beside the occasional whimper. Had we messed up? Was her body so damaged that not even this could help her? What had happened?

I could feel myself becoming more hysterical by the second.

I looked down at Bella, poor, poor Bella.

Carlisle had been standing by Bella's head, a grim expression covering his face, watching for any sign of movement.

Edward was sitting at the foot of the bed watching Carlisle, probably reading his thoughts.

The dread and confusion was palpable in the air. I sucked in more tension with every one of my unneeded breaths. I was about to walk out of the room, but a shrill scream brought me back.

Bella had screamed? That meant that Bella was awake! I was overjoyed, she was finally up!

I looked over to the bed but Carlisle and Edward were sitting on it staring at the hunched form in the corner. Bella's back was pressed against the two walls, her head pushed against her knees causing her hair to fly out around her in a terrible mess. Her slim arms were wrapped around her knees, and her hands were covering her ears. I could hear a faint murmur of, "That is too soon, that is too soon, that is too soon."

What was too soon?

"Bella?" I called out, slowly approaching her. Her whole body tensed up and she started inching down the wall. I watched in pity as she looked up with an expression of terror and fear written clearly across her face.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Edward approaching her. He moved slowly and carefully, trying not to surprise her. I watched her form closely, and saw her shoulders slowly rise and fall with her labored breathing. Edward moved even closer and suddenly her breathing stopped and her hands zoomed up to clutch her ears.

Again I heard her whisper, "That is too soon, that is too soon, that is too soon."

What did that mean?

Edward crouched right in front of her and she started yelling, "That is too soon! That is too soon! That is too soon."

Edward's normally hard face softened in sadness and he stretched his hand out and placed his fingers below her chin. Her body tensed up and her hands clenched into fists. Edward ignored her reaction and pulled her face up to meet his.

As her face rose, her eyes widened in confusion. I could see the different emotions play across her bright red eyes.

Suddenly, she stood up and moved to the center of the room, walking in circles and murmuring to herself. "Then they will die, then they will die, then they will die."

Edward, what's wrong? What's happening to her? Is she okay? She was out for four days, not three. That's not normal!

I was screaming in my head, trying to talk to Edward without alerting Bella.

Bella's murmuring suddenly changed. "Four days, not three. Four days, not three. Four days, not three." I gasped in surprise. Did I say that out loud?

"Bella? Did you hear that?" Edward asked, astonished.

A loud clunk reverberated throughout the room as Bella dropped to the floor, hands tearing frantically at her ears.

Somebody needed to do something.

Edward! I need to do something, she needs help. This needs to stop, she keeps saying 'then they will die'. We need to know what's wrong.

Bella started sobbing and shaking against the floor. I needed to help her. This was my friend, someone who needed my help desperately.

I quietly walked over to Bella, sobbing on the floor, and wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her anxiety. "Who's going to die, Bella? What's wrong?" I asked sweetly.

As soon as the words poured out of my mouth, Bella went stiff.

"LET GO!" she screeched. "GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE! THIS ISN'T SAFE, YOU NEED TO LEAVE!"

My arms were jerked away from her body, almost like a wall was pushing against me. I stood up, but was still being pushed by this force. I started to back away but the wall was faster. I looked behind me and saw that Carlisle and Edward were both being pushed by this invisible wall.

Edward was trying to push back but just fell to the floor and was sliding. All three of us tried with all our strength to push against the barrier, but we were forced to the door.

My foot caught around the doorframe and I flew to the ground. Edward tripped over my flailing legs and landed partially on top of me. Carlisle tripped over Edward's outstretched arm, but quickly caught his balance and stood beside our crumpled forms.

I was able to take one last fleeting glance inside the door before it was slammed shut, shaking from the force of the push.

I could distinctly hear Bella nervously pacing the room.

Carlisle stood, looked at Edward meaningly, and walked off to his office.

I sighed, gently untwisting my legs from Edward's.

"Alice, we need to keep watch over her." Edward commanded me. "I have somewhere to be at this moment, so can you please keep watch?"

"Sure Edward, no problem." I informed him, easily seeing the pain and frustration in his eyes.

My shoulders slumped and I dragged my tired body against the wall, leaning against it for support. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Bella. I could hear the slight bend in the wood as Bella's pace increased towards the door. The familiar creak of the hinges startled me and I opened my eyes.

Bella was standing in the doorway, her whole frame shivering, her hands cupped in front of her chest, cradling something tiny. She glanced up at me, her red eyes darting nervously, and she threw the object at my feet. I could clearly hear the metallic clink of the object against the wood floors. My eyes were drawn down to the small flash of silver glinting in the low lighting. I saw the clear platinum band and the glowing amethyst stone and knew instantaneously what this was: the ring I'd given to Bella five years ago.

I glanced back at the door, but only saw the blur as the wood slammed in the frame.

I slowly bent down and cradled the precious ring in my palms. I'd found this ring soon after I was changed. This was one of the most precious things I'd found. Except, of course, for Jasper.

This ring brought back so many memories: Meeting Jasper in that southern diner, seeing the Cullens and becoming one of them, and, of course, seeing Bella's wonderful sweet innocent face in the forest. Just remembering her yelling at that cat brought a gentle giggle to my lips.

But then remembering how quickly she analyzed the situation, realizing that we weren't human, and listening carefully to everything we'd said.

Then remembering how pained she'd looked when I started ignoring her after I'd moved back, how her delicate face seemed to break with her disappointment.

I clutched the ring hard in my hands, being careful not to crush it, and felt the familiar pull on my eyes and throat. I breathed in deeply and my shoulders started shaking. I bowed my head and sobbed into my hands, but a cool black haze surrounded me, bringing me into a vision.

I looked around and saw a huge light airy space that must be a room in one of Esme's houses. I saw myself sitting in a huge armchair that seemed to swallow me whole. My feet were tucked up under my body and I had one arm dangling over the side of the chair, while the other was stretched out to reach Jasper.

Jasper was sitting very peacefully at the foot of the armchair. His honey blond hair dripped down his face and covered one of his blazing yellow eyes. He had one arm on the chair, his hand clasped with mine in an affectionate gesture. Our eyes would occasionally drift to each other's faces, and we would drink in the sight with a smile or knowing look.

A quick flick of long blond hair brought my attention over to the small couch on this Alice's left.

Rosalie was perched on the edge of her seat leaning against Emmett, who was shaking with laughter.

Her hands were placed gently in her lap, and her legs were crossed, feet on the floor. It seemed as though all her weight was against Emmett, and she would sway to the side waiting for his arms to encircle her waist and pull her back. They would both smile to each other and sigh lightly.

Emmett's brown hair fell into his eyes and he shook his head around to toss the hair away. I could see his grin widen as he laughed at something oblivious to my ears. His lips pulled up and his eyes crinkled in a smile that belonged on his warm round face.

I looked around to see if there was any more to this vision.

Edward was sitting on the piano bench, his arms wrapped around Bella's waist. Bella was absolutely radiant, pretty in a subtle way. Her hair was wavy and curled at the tips, and her eyes glowed a brilliant gold. Their skin was white as snow and glowed in the faint light coming through the windows behind them. She was leaning against him, her head rested against his chest, his chin on her head. They were both shaking with laughter, and smiling lovingly into each other's faces. Just the sight of my brother and Bella, together, happy, and knowing that Bella would be ok brought the feeling of pure joy back to me.

The black slowly faded away, taking the happy scene away with it.

"Jasper!" I called out. He had to know about what was happening. This vision was going to come true. I just knew it!

Even though the hope filled me up, the back of my head was still repeating Bella's empty emotionless words over and over again.

"Then they will die. Then they will die. Then they will die."